Tonight’s poem!!
Autumn, again. (And again.)
The breeze was cool this evening
and carried the scent of browned and dried leaves
already smelling of the earth
though they still clung to branches.
My jacket did what it could, but the breeze still
chilled me to the core;
but isn’t that the best part of
autumn, anyway?
I read about scientists who theorized
that a particle in the future could
prevent its own making
in our present.
And I wondered
when they could market this
and sell it to me
and let me feel
chilled to the core
as I tour all the autumn breezes in the history of
my youth.
(Would this be a sci-fi poem? Can I be excused for the lack of Klingons?)
I’m never going to be able to do NaNoWriMo and I find myself bored online a lot, so I’m going to write at least a poem a week through November. Fun!!
First one (not very happy because it is 1:34am and I am not very happy at the moment):
A list
I set out to make a list
of unbearable things I hate.
(Quite a good activity,
when you haven’t vented of late.)
Despicable things aplenty
poured from pen to paper;
gripes and moans and awful secrets
befitting of a hater.
The list went on, and on, and on,
and finally, couldn’t grow longer.
So at the end, the only fitting thing
was to write down the name of its author.
One of my favorite shots from the International Culture Festival over the weekend here in Kushiro. Of all the flamenco dancers, she stood out the most… her expression and movements were just so full of passion!
Taken with my Canon NewFD 50mm/1.4… check the whole photoset for a LOT more examples of how the lens performs with a GH1 (and just nice scenes from the festival). Video coming soon!
A pretty silly test run of using the Gorillapod to mount my GH1 to the passenger seat. Worked well, but was boring, so I sped it up 4x, added some crazy effects, and threw some music on in the background (“Missing Link” by the Hives, purposely at a really awful bitrate). iMovie 06 evidently can’t handle 16:9, so the letterboxing got insane… but I like the results.
So back in February, there was big hubbub in town about a sea otter that had taken up residency near one of the busiest road bridges in the city.
Everyone was smitten. People took time off from work to go see the little critter (which is actually not that little), baked goods and tacky souvenirs were quickly fashioned and peddled, and he became an all-around tourism hit.
And then, he disappeared, and now people are lost and confused.
I didn’t actually realize he was still around. Oh well… he lives on in our hearts (and in our stomachs as delicious Ku-chan chocolate creme bread).
